Chief Keef - Hurry B4 The Gate Close lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, ayy, gang [Verse 1] They like "So' what shoes them is?", Ion know Shoot his ass down J. cole, it's FN it's a draco Naw, it's a AR with 8-0 At the roundtable bout' to mega-toast With the bread we can make toast "So' what ya eat?" b*tch I ate toast We got toast, we got bank roll She don't wanna fu*k me, she can say "no" Said I ain't ask her how her day go If she a sh*tty b*tch, Ima A-hole I was on the block like a Lego fu*k ni**a still doin' the same-o ni**as hatin' feel like I'm Maino And I'm in a SRT truck, the Trackie, not Durango [Chorus] Ice on my wrist no bingo, all these chains I'm Django Think I sipped too much lean last night, woke up with a hangover You don't speak my lingo, I got a gift and it's a hollow Send ya ass up to heaven, hurry up bеfore the gate closе [Verse 2] Whip creams we skate them, pull up on you in the AM Pull up on you in the PM, hope you ain't with your BM Trulla, Trulla ni**a TM, Shaking BD up with the fetty boys Coolin' with some ready girls, I think we some ready boys It's a lotta "Chief Keef BDs", I'm cool but I ain't off CBD Had to get away from CPD, I don't wanna see no more EBT We was sliding on EBT, with the Drac no PND Too turnt, ni**a TNT Put a million dollars in a PNC Can't wait to pick up another 3 this week Backyard man I see a creek 30 cameras so I can see a creep They everywhere, I can see you sneak Poppin' E's cause I'm illy, what you gone get is the real me Sky left if I fell asleep, say she love my melody b*tch, I'm great like Kellogg We got magazines; catalogs I got so much ice on, I get 3 million collateral Make us send shells, to fly past ya that's the point across The b*tch ate my weaner, weaner just like a corndog She asked me do I watch porn? "No" Told the b*tch "I am a porno", 2 v. 1 like a combat Say her friend finna come and join though A pig the only thing that oink though I got old cake but it's moist though I got ni**as still up in the joint though Who I sip lean and smoke a joint for I got ni**as up in the grave through Who I make cake and spend cake for If ya lowkey ni**a lay low If you're high key everybody know You in the same places everybody go Shoot the block up where everybody go That ain't yo' hoe, that's everybody hoe How that pussy is? Everybody know